I don't typically put much stock in intuition or superstition, but I've been having very strong feelings that my little bean was a boy, right from the start. And two nights ago, I dreamt that I met him and he smiled at me and grabbed my finger and I saw the proof that he was a boy.
So yesterday I shouldn't have been surprised when the sonographer said "its a boy!" and showed us his parts, but I was. I was surprised that my intuition was right, that I could actually trust what I had been passing off as a hunch.
I'm going to have a son! A little boy who, if he and I are very lucky, will resemble his father and uncles and grandfathers in sweetness and smarts. If genetics combined with gender are any influence on personality, he'll be funny and inquisitive and perceptive and probably a little stubborn. And he will love his Mama!
I am so pleased and excited to have this small insight into who the stranger inside of me is growing into. I can't wait to meet him.
2 comments:
Hooray!
I think it is surprising because there is something about the moment of finding out your baby's sex that manages to give the kiddo an identity as someone who will live in the outside world, someone who is becoming more separate from you while still growing inside of your own body.
When we found out Nora was a girl, that's when she became Nora. Prior to that we'd been calling her Sharpie.
Hooray for a son! Kick, baby boy, kick!
(Also, I remember the time from the first 20 weeks to the second 20 seeming like such a forever amount but now I'm all: what the? Lauren is already that far along? PERSPECTIVE IS NUTS.)
I know...everyone says that this time will fly by. I have to say, the second trimester is so preferable in every way, that I'm really enjoying the time rather than wishing for it to pass, like I was for the first several months.
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